xii. third wheeling

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STEAL MY CLOTHES::  xii

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STEAL MY CLOTHES
::  xii. | third wheeling


Alexa hasn't been sure of anything for the past couple of weeks. Since the cast party and Brooklyn, things kind of took a turn in her head. Remember when she told Sarah to basically drop drew and find someone deserving of you? Well, Sarah kind of did. Brooklyn and her aren't dating but they have been hanging out a lot together and for some reason, Alexa doesn't like that very much.

She tries to brush it off like whatever she's feeling is nothing but it's most definitely something. She just doesn't know what it is. She never felt this way about anybody, let alone a girl. So she's confused and seeing Brooklyn all the time isn't helping much.

The day before, Sarah invited Alexa to tag along with her and Brooklyn to go sightseeing. They never been to downtown Vancouver so, they thought it would be cool. To alexa's knowledge, she said yes. So today is that day. And Alexa is not really looking forward to it.

Sarah came through the front door with breakfast in her hands from ihop. There were only three scenes left of the movie to shoot and it sucked because the two of them were just getting close. Sarah noticed alexa's bedroom door was still closed so she thought she'd surprise and wake her up. Sarah quietly opened alexa's door and saw her curled up, sleeping. She thought it was cute. She tiptoed over there and jumped on Alexa, "Morning!"

"Sarah, come on— what time is it?" Alexa groaned, rubbing her eyes.

"10:20, now get the fuck up."

"You said that so aggressively." Alexa began to sit up.

Sarah got up off of Alexa and headed to the bedroom door, "And I meant it. We're going to have a good day." She exited Alexa's room and headed back to the kitchen.

Alexa didn't quite know how to feel or process what just happened. Sarah was just on top of her and it sent nerves down her spine. It also made her dread about tonight, hanging with Brooklyn and Sarah. She's excited to hang with Sarah but with Brooklyn . . . not so much. She still couldn't figure out why, how or when these feeling or whatever they are started. She wasn't even sure if she wanted them to go away or not.

Alexa removed the covers off her then swung her legs around, placing her feet on the warm, wood floor. She exited her room and went to the kitchen to see what Sarah brought back.

Sure, she can be honest with the blonde and tell her that she didn't want to hang out but she didn't have the heart. It took unfriendly banter and them being a bitch to each other to finally become as close to friends as possible. Sure every once in awhile they're still a bitch, but it's more sincere.

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